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This one is even more retarded if you read her past posts - she's been "out as a trans boy" for about three years, but still hasn't medically transitioned in any way yet. Also, her boyfriend was "straight until he started dating [her]". She finds that her dysphoria dissipates enough for her to be comfortable naked around her boyfriend when he acts masculine, but definitely doesn't want to be "woman or anything near that". (Also, she's apparently Italian.)

Dear Diary:

I hate my thighs!

I'm a real boy.

Love, Pinochietta
 
It was Joshua “Leelah” Alcorn’s birthday yesterday. Someone posted a memorial post for him on Tumblr.

Reminder that he was the main poster child of the Protect Trans Kids movement there. Per his suicide note, he killed himself because he was convinced by trannies online that he was too old to transition at 17 years old. The (gay) conversion therapy was rough enough, yet that was the real thing that broke him. Sad yet unsurprising that 11 years later, his death is still being used on the site as justification to troon out and “protect” children even younger than he was.

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I want to jump back 2 pages to the pooner who claims someone in the stall next to her saw her packer drop into her pants under the stall.

How far down is she pulling her pants? Is she going right down to the ankles like some fucking cartoon character?
 
It was Joshua “Leelah” Alcorn’s birthday yesterday. Someone posted a memorial post for him on Tumblr.

Reminder that he was the main poster child of the Protect Trans Kids movement there. Per his suicide note, he killed himself because he was convinced by trannies online that he was too old to transition at 17 years old. The (gay) conversion therapy was rough enough, yet that was the real thing that broke him. Sad yet unsurprising that 11 years later, his death is still being used on the site as justification to troon out and “protect” children even younger than he was.
It was early enough in the movement that they needed to create their own own martyrs, apparently. I'm not surprised but wow.

NGL I never read the suicide note and always assumed it was being sent to the conversion camp that left the lasting damage + suicidal ideation.

- Finding out they drove him to it over the 41% myth even back then is even more fucking grim.:lossmanjack:
 
It was Joshua “Leelah” Alcorn’s birthday yesterday. Someone posted a memorial post for him on Tumblr.

Reminder that he was the main poster child of the Protect Trans Kids movement there. Per his suicide note, he killed himself because he was convinced by trannies online that he was too old to transition at 17 years old. The (gay) conversion therapy was rough enough, yet that was the real thing that broke him. Sad yet unsurprising that 11 years later, his death is still being used on the site as justification to troon out and “protect” children even younger than he was.

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I completely forgot all about that kid. Such a genuinely sad case in all honesty, Conversion therapy doesn’t work, especially religious based Conversion therapy. That also doesn’t mean you buckle to the knee and accept your child trooning out because they were probably groomed on Tumblr. Best case scenario is just banning both Child hormone therapy for the purpose of sexual reassignment and conversion therapy.
 
It was early enough in the movement that they needed to create their own own martyrs, apparently. I'm not surprised but wow.

NGL I never read the suicide note and always assumed it was being sent to the conversion camp that left the lasting damage + suicidal ideation.

- Finding out they drove him to it over the 41% myth even back then is even more fucking grim.:lossmanjack:

Someone mirrored his Tumblr, including the suicide note. I additionally archived it here, just as a precaution.

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If you are reading this, it means that I have committed suicide and obviously failed to delete this post from my queue.

Please don’t be sad, it’s for the better. The life I would’ve lived isn’t worth living in… because I’m transgender. I could go into detail explaining why I feel that way, but this note is probably going to be lengthy enough as it is. To put it simply, I feel like a girl trapped in a boy’s body, and I’ve felt that way ever since I was 4. I never knew there was a word for that feeling, nor was it possible for a boy to become a girl, so I never told anyone and I just continued to do traditionally “boyish” things to try to fit in.

When I was 14, I learned what transgender meant and cried of happiness. After 10 years of confusion I finally understood who I was. I immediately told my mom, and she reacted extremely negatively, telling me that it was a phase, that I would never truly be a girl, that God doesn’t make mistakes, that I am wrong. If you are reading this, parents, please don’t tell this to your kids. Even if you are Christian or are against transgender people don’t ever say that to someone, especially your kid. That won’t do anything but make them hate them self. That’s exactly what it did to me.

My mom started taking me to a therapist, but would only take me to christian therapists, (who were all very biased) so I never actually got the therapy I needed to cure me of my depression. I only got more christians telling me that I was selfish and wrong and that I should look to God for help.

When I was 16 I realized that my parents would never come around, and that I would have to wait until I was 18 to start any sort of transitioning treatment, which absolutely broke my heart. The longer you wait, the harder it is to transition. I felt hopeless, that I was just going to look like a man in drag for the rest of my life. On my 16th birthday, when I didn’t receive consent from my parents to start transitioning, I cried myself to sleep.

I formed a sort of a “fuck you” attitude towards my parents and came out as gay at school, thinking that maybe if I eased into coming out as trans it would be less of a shock. Although the reaction from my friends was positive, my parents were pissed. They felt like I was attacking their image, and that I was an embarrassment to them. They wanted me to be their perfect little straight christian boy, and that’s obviously not what I wanted.

So they took me out of public school, took away my laptop and phone, and forbid me of getting on any sort of social media, completely isolating me from my friends. This was probably the part of my life when I was the most depressed, and I’m surprised I didn’t kill myself. I was completely alone for 5 months. No friends, no support, no love. Just my parent’s disappointment and the cruelty of loneliness.

At the end of the school year, my parents finally came around and gave me my phone and let me back on social media. I was excited, I finally had my friends back. They were extremely excited to see me and talk to me, but only at first. Eventually they realized they didn’t actually give a shit about me, and I felt even lonelier than I did before. The only friends I thought I had only liked me because they saw me five times a week.

After a summer of having almost no friends plus the weight of having to think about college, save money for moving out, keep my grades up, go to church each week and feel like shit because everyone there is against everything I live for, I have decided I’ve had enough. I’m never going to transition successfully, even when I move out. I’m never going to be happy with the way I look or sound. I’m never going to have enough friends to satisfy me. I’m never going to have enough love to satisfy me. I’m never going to find a man who loves me. I’m never going to be happy. Either I live the rest of my life as a lonely man who wishes he were a woman or I live my life as a lonelier woman who hates herself. There’s no winning. There’s no way out. I’m sad enough already, I don’t need my life to get any worse. People say “it gets better” but that isn’t true in my case. It gets worse. Each day I get worse.

That’s the gist of it, that’s why I feel like killing myself. Sorry if that’s not a good enough reason for you, it’s good enough for me. As for my will, I want 100% of the things that I legally own to be sold and the money (plus my money in the bank) to be given to trans civil rights movements and support groups, I don’t give a shit which one. The only way I will rest in peace is if one day transgender people aren’t treated the way I was, they’re treated like humans, with valid feelings and human rights. Gender needs to be taught about in schools, the earlier the better. My death needs to mean something. My death needs to be counted in the number of transgender people who commit suicide this year. I want someone to look at that number and say “that’s fucked up” and fix it. Fix society. Please.

Goodbye,

(Leelah) Josh Alcorn

The most significant passages:

When I was 14, I learned what transgender meant and cried of happiness. After 10 years of confusion I finally understood who I was. I immediately told my mom, and she reacted extremely negatively, telling me that it was a phase, that I would never truly be a girl, that God doesn’t make mistakes, that I am wrong...

When I was 16 I realized that my parents would never come around, and that I would have to wait until I was 18 to start any sort of transitioning treatment, which absolutely broke my heart. The longer you wait, the harder it is to transition. I felt hopeless, that I was just going to look like a man in drag for the rest of my life. On my 16th birthday, when I didn’t receive consent from my parents to start transitioning, I cried myself to sleep.

At the end of the school year, my parents finally came around and gave me my phone and let me back on social media. I was excited, I finally had my friends back. They were extremely excited to see me and talk to me, but only at first. Eventually they realized they didn’t actually give a shit about me, and I felt even lonelier than I did before...

After a summer of having almost no friends plus the weight of having to think about college, save money for moving out, keep my grades up, go to church each week and feel like shit because everyone there is against everything I live for, I have decided I’ve had enough. I’m never going to transition successfully, even when I move out. I’m never going to be happy with the way I look or sound. I’m never going to have enough friends to satisfy me. I’m never going to have enough love to satisfy me. I’m never going to find a man who loves me. I’m never going to be happy. Either I live the rest of my life as a lonely man who wishes he were a woman or I live my life as a lonelier woman who hates herself. There’s no winning. There’s no way out. I’m sad enough already, I don’t need my life to get any worse. People say “it gets better” but that isn’t true in my case. It gets worse. Each day I get worse.

That’s the gist of it, that’s why I feel like killing myself. Sorry if that’s not a good enough reason for you, it’s good enough for me... Gender needs to be taught about in schools, the earlier the better. My death needs to mean something. My death needs to be counted in the number of transgender people who commit suicide this year. I want someone to look at that number and say “that’s fucked up” and fix it. Fix society. Please.

Joshua was a dumb 17 year old, but all teens are dumb on virtue of being teens. If he waited just one more year, or found a different community, it would've gotten better for him in the long run. His parents did not help, but his tranny friends did even more damage to his psyche than the conversion therapy did, if you ask me. Aside from conversion therapy, it seems his parents did the best they could with trying to get him help with his depression, albeit misguidedly. Going back to his old spaces only to be ghosted by a community that promised him everything, and him fearing that the damage was done were too much for him. Conversion therapy is cruel, but so is forcing (in this case pressuring) transition on children.
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It was Joshua “Leelah” Alcorn’s birthday yesterday. Someone posted a memorial post for him on Tumblr.

Reminder that he was the main poster child of the Protect Trans Kids movement there. Per his suicide note, he killed himself because he was convinced by trannies online that he was too old to transition at 17 years old. The (gay) conversion therapy was rough enough, yet that was the real thing that broke him. Sad yet unsurprising that 11 years later, his death is still being used on the site as justification to troon out and “protect” children even younger than he was.

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"WOULD YOU RATHER HAVE A TRANS DAUGHTER OR A"
"Dead son. Oh sorry, son. Go ahead and finish your question."
"...or a... or a dead son?"
"Dead son, one hundred percent. Do you want to borrow my shotgun?"
:story:
Seriously though, it would be so much easier just to have a gay or bisexual kid than to have a troon or a weird pronoun as a kid. Fuck me dead, having a gay kid is embarrassing enough. I would rather be the father of a statistic than a mentally ill man in a dress.
Or a furry for that matter.
 
Feeling pretty.
It's all about self confidence. :christine:

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If this dude just said "I know it's weird for men to like wearing dresses and jewelry, but I like it anyway!" and that was the end of it, people would think he was maybe gay or something but otherwise would think nothing of it. But for this person it needs be a part of their identity. It can't just be a thing they like. It must be an extension of their self. People like this need weird labels and definitions because they can't stand the fact that the default label evoked by this behavior in most peoples' brains isn't what they want it to be.
This guy in particular makes me remember conversations I've had on the topic with those who were either supportive or sympathetic towards the Ts. Each time I've talked about it, I inevitably reach one conclusion: they know what they're doing is weird but don't want people to think what they're doing is weird. And I wish there was a way I could reach into these peoples' heads and imbue them with the serenity of acceptance. Acceptance that you can't control how people perceive you. You can influence it, but you can't control it. Further, you shouldn't care what most people think about you. The list of people whose opinions should matter to you should be tiny. Like family and closest friends (and maybe also your coworkers and the person who signs your paychecks, just to make your life easier).
 
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Conclusion: It's the face not the shoulders that give him away instantly. 8)


Who is up to yet another layer of confusion? :christine:
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Consensus in comments is much the same.
Someone much earlier in this thread said that most normal people learn about troons before poons. The key reason being a lot of people can't imagine why a woman would want to become a man.
 
dilation is completely normal and was invented for cis women first anyways- a ton of them have to do it
This person is fucking retarded. The women who might use dilation would have vaginal hypoplasia (1 in 5,000 women approximately) or some other rare defect or injury. So no, it is not "a ton" of women.

i promise you, your vagina will be real, it will work like any other vagina, and it is a very beautiful thing
Seriously predatory. Your neovagina will NEVER work like any other vagina. It will work like the vaginas of women that have suffered from a horrific injury or from a defect/illness, at BEST.
 
I didn't transition to still be treated like a gay man.
Like no, they’re just straight up using gay lingo, and then saying you’re getting “ offended” as if it’s your fault he’s treating you like a gay man, I call this out every chance I get, like no sir, you do not get to ever so subtly treat a trans woman like a gay man and not be called out for using gay lingo so fluidly in the first place!
Trannies: No LGB without the T! We're all part of the queer community!

Also trannies: How DARE you insinuate I'm a faggot in a dress!?
 
If this dude just said "I know it's weird for men to like wearing dresses and jewelry, but I like it anyway!" and that was the end of it, people would think he was maybe gay or something. But for this person it needs be a part of their identity. It can't just be a thing they like. It must be an extension of their self. People like this need weird labels and definitions because they can't stand the fact that the default label evoked by this behavior in most peoples' brains isn't what they want it to be.
This guy in particular makes me remember conversations I've had on the topic with those who were either supportive or sympathetic. Each time I've talked about it, I inevitably reach one conclusion: they know what they're doing is weird but don't want people to think what they're doing is weird. And I wish there was a way I could reach into these peoples' heads and imbue them with the serenity of acceptance. Acceptance that you can't control how people perceive you. You can influence it, but you can't control it. Further, you shouldn't care what most people think about you. The list of people whose opinions should matter to you should be tiny. Like family and closest friends (and maybe also your coworkers and the person who signs your paychecks, just to make your life easier).
The problem isn't that it needs to be part of their identity, the problem is that it needs to be their entire identity. Therein lies the rub, my main man. The reason that they feel this desperate pathetic need to force people to play along with their mental illness and call them their pronoun of choice or whatever flavor of the week they identify as it's because when people don't their entire sense of self evaporates.
Imagine having an existential identity crisis every time you looked in the mirror or someone told you the TRUTH. That's the level of fucking nutter we're dealing with when we speak to the trans cult. I know it's supposed to be a joke but sometimes jokes contain the truth, and the truthful joke is "They have the audacity to demand that we accept them for who they are because they couldn't accept themselves for who they were."
These people are illogical, hypocritical, delusional, combative, mentally ill and unstable. The most dangerous thing about them is that their lie, their delusion is constantly being shattered multiple times a day and their entire life is in that lie. Imagine having your entire existence broken down and having to rebuild it several times a day. Better yet imagine being a mentally ill fuckwit who has to rebuild their broken existence multiple times a day. I'll even add one more thing to the mix, imagine being one on hormones or who's had the surgery who can never go back to being their birth sex and having the reality broken and having to rebuild it multiple times a day.
Then we wonder why these fucking psychotics snap. The most insane disservice that we ever did to transsexuals is taking away the vetting process. It used to take years and years with a psychologist to be approved for transsexual surgery, and there was a reason behind it. It wasn't to be cruel to transgender people or to deny them "hEaLtH cArE" it was so we could weed out the fucking crazies.
These people, the ones who have already taken the plunge and can't go back, they are trying to recruit as many people as they can to be part of the transgender cult, and there is a simple reason for that.
It's because misery loves company.
 
"WOULD YOU RATHER HAVE A TRANS DAUGHTER OR A"
"Dead son. Oh sorry, son. Go ahead and finish your question."
"...or a... or a dead son?"
"Dead son, one hundred percent. Do you want to borrow my shotgun?"
It's always funny when people bring up the "trans daughter or dead son" dilemma, because you'll just end up with both.
 
Someone much earlier in this thread said that most normal people learn about troons before poons. The key reason being a lot of people can't imagine why a woman would want to become a man.
Maybe. I always figured it's because troons are more noticeable.

The problem isn't that it needs to be part of their identity, the problem is that it needs to be their entire identity.
:winner:This above all.

"trans daughter or dead son" dilemma
Son can never be daughter.
Cuts through the bullshit. Live eunuch or dead son?
 
It was Joshua “Leelah” Alcorn’s birthday yesterday. Someone posted a memorial post for him on Tumblr.

Reminder that he was the main poster child of the Protect Trans Kids movement there. Per his suicide note, he killed himself because he was convinced by trannies online that he was too old to transition at 17 years old.

imo the snippet of his suicide note posted of wikipedia reads a lot like something an incel would say, it's such a childish sentiment.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leelah_Alcorn#Death said:
I have decided I've had enough. I'm never going to transition successfully, even when I move out. I'm never going to be happy with the way I look or sound. I'm never going to have enough friends to satisfy me. I'm never going to have enough love to satisfy me. I'm never going to find a man who loves me. I'm never going to be happy. Either I live the rest of my life as a lonely man who wishes he were a woman or I live my life as a lonelier woman who hates herself. There's no winning. There's no way out. I'm sad enough already, I don't need my life to get any worse. People say "it gets better" but that isn't true in my case. It gets worse. Each day I get worse. That's the gist of it, that's why I feel like killing myself. Sorry if that's not a good enough reason for you, it's good enough for me.
doompilled it's so overcel
I have decided I've had enough. I'm never going to become a chad, even when I move out. I'm never going to be happy with the way I look or sound. I'm never going to have enough friends to satisfy me. I'm never going to have enough love to satisfy me. I'm never going to find a woman who loves me. I'm never going to be happy. Either I live the rest of my life as a lonely man who wishes he were a chad or I live my life as a lonelier man whose volcel. There's no winning. There's no way out. I'm sad enough already, I don't need my life to get any worse. People say "it gets better" but that isn't true in my case. It gets worse. Each day I get worse. That's the gist of it, that's why I feel like killing myself. Sorry if that's not a good enough reason for you, it's good enough for me.
 
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